The Maiden Warriorby Mary Reed McCall
Born under signs of prophecy, baby Gwynne is believed to be the legendary warrior from Avalon brought to new life. But the Welsh rebels' rejoicing is short-lived, for, desperate to protect her babe from a life of brutality and war, Gwynne's mother steals her away and hides her with Druids. With them Gwynne grows in peace, finding forbidden love
MARKED BY DESTINY...
Born under signs of prophecy, baby Gwynne is believed to be the legendary warrior from Avalon brought to new life. But the Welsh rebels' rejoicing is short-lived, for, desperate to protect her babe from a life of brutality and war, Gwynne's mother steals her away and hides her with Druids. With them Gwynne grows in peace, finding forbidden love with a handsome English youth - until the day her father, the powerful warlord Prince Owain, tracks her down. During her violent abduction her betrothed is gravely injured, and she loses all memory of the life she's loved. Now she hears only that her Duty is to be the savior to her people. For years, Owain ruthlessly forges her new identity, using indoctrination and relentless physical training to bring forth the leader her country yearns for: A lethal warrior of mythic skill and agility known as the Dark Legend...
LOVED BY THE ONE MAN SHE IS SWORN TO DESTROY...
Twelve years after he thought he'd seen Gwynne die at the hands of Welsh rebels, English nobleman Aidan de Brice has risen to prominence as King Henry II's famed "Scourge of Wales". His sole purpose is to crush the Welsh rebellion that has gained resurgence under the elusive warrior known as the Dark Legend. But when he meets this rebel leader in combat and discovers "his" true identity, nothing can remain the same. For then Aidan must wage the greatest war of all, one between his duty and his heart, knowing he cannot - he will not - risk Gwynne facing future harm. Defying his king, Aidan must use all of his power to rekindle her lost memories...battling to help her heart remember a soul-stirring love that is mightier than any sword, kingdom, or crown.
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The wood beyond Dunston Castle
The border of England and Wales
Fourteen years later
She hadn't come.
Frowning, Aidan ducked around one of the towering stones that ringed the clearing. The ancient circle stood as a remnant of times long ago -- days of myth, sorcery, and legend. And it was magic, their secret meeting place. Here he and Gwynne had spent countless hours, free from the weight of prying eyes or the restraints others might wish to impose upon a gentle Welsh lass and her forbidden English suitor.
"Gwynne, are you here?" he called out, appalled to hear the quaver in his voice. He quelled his weakness with a grimace, saying more firmly, "Gwynne, answer me!"
That was better. It wouldn't do for him to sound uncertain. Not today of all days. Today he must be confident and strong, as befitted the fifteen-year-old son of Dunston's lord. He must be sure of himself if he hoped to convince Gwynne that what he planned for them was right.
"Gwynne!" He stalked forward so quickly that the edge of his tunic caught on a felled branch, snapping the wood with a resounding crack.
"For goodness' sake, Aidan, I'm over here. You needn't bellow," Gwynne scolded, making him jump as he spun to face her.
She sat cross-legged on top of one of the ancient stones only a few paces away, looking down at him with mischief in her silver gaze. The sun caressed her face and glinted on the fall of raven hair that hung past her waist like a cloak, concealing what she held cupped in her palms. Hesaw with a flush of pleasure that she wore the circlet of wildflowers he'd woven and left for her here this morning, when he'd departed Dunston on a pretext of hunting. Perching atop the stone, she looked like some kind of fey lass come to him through the misty veils of time.
Just beyond the stone, a crow with a splinted wing -- one of the many creatures he knew she relished taking in and healing -- hopped a little ways off, as if nonplussed by his thunderous entrance. She glanced at it, crooning softly before directing her sparkling gaze at Aidan once more.
He couldn't help but smile at her daring. She was a fearless thing, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek. Especially for a girl.
"What are you doing up there?" he demanded with mock ire.
She didn't respond, instead grinning as she shrugged her shoulders and arched her brow in that maddening way of hers.
"Well, you must come down at once. We may be almost of an age, but that doesn't mean your bones won't break as badly as a child's if you fall from there."
"Nay, I'll not come down." She shook her head, her hair rippling about her. " 'Tis too good an angle."
By the time his bemused mind caught up with his instincts, it was too late. With a shriek of glee, Gwynne sat UP straight and began pelting him with the handfuls of acorns she'd been hoarding. He shouted as the nuts found their mark with stinging accuracy; then yelling a playful war cry, he launched himself at her and pulled her from the stone. She fell on him, scattering the flower petals from her circlet all around, and they laughed and rolled together on the soft grass, coming to rest, finally, with him lying half atop her.
Breathless, he smiled and gazed into her eyes as he brushed a tendril from her brow. He could wait no longer. Leaning down, he tasted her lips as he'd been aching to. His mouth slid smoothly against hers, and he was gratified when she lifted herself into him. She threaded her cool fingers through his hair, causing tingles of pleasure to tighten his groin and jolt every inch of his skin to full awareness.
No matter how many times he kissed her, he knew he'd never get enough. He knew it with the burning certainty of youth; he'd never stop feeling this rush of sensation -- or the tantalizing thoughts that followed of what he wished to do with her ways he wanted to touch her.
But that must needs come later, he reminded himself. Later, after he'd made her his own in truth and by law.
With a groan, he rolled away, settling for lying at her side. Wordlessly, she slipped her hand into his, and their fingers intertwined as naturally as the breeze wafting through the trees near their magic circle. Together they gazed up at the smooth blue canopy of the sky above them.
The splinted crow disturbed their peace for a moment when he hopped over to peck at Gwynne's tiny, expended weapons, but they ignored him. The late summer sun blanketed them with warmth; insects hummed, the grass felt soft beneath them, and the wind swished through the trees, adding music to the scented air around them.
It was time, Aidan decided.
"Gwynne, I have something to ask of you.
"Aye?" she said softly, tilting her head to look at him.
He held his breath, focusing on her gaze; then he just let the words tumble out. "Marry me, Gwynne. Marry me here and now, in the circle. If we betroth ourselves in the age-old way, no one will ever be able to part us. Ever."
"Marry you?" Gwynne sat up slowly. The smile faded from her face, replaced by an expression of wonder.
"Aye. Marry me today!" Aidan pushed himself up next to her. "I love you, Gwynne. I've loved you since the day I found you picking berries in the glen -- so long that I cannot remember what my life was like before you. I want to pledge myself to you, if you'll have me."The Maiden Warrior. Copyright © by Mary Reed McCall. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Meet the Author
Award-winning author Mary Reed McCall (historical)/M. Reed McCall (contemporary) was a finalist for Romance Writer's of America's Best First Book RITA Award and has won the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award for Best Medieval Romance. She grew up in a rural area of Upstate New York as part of a large and loving family.
Before becoming a writer, she first considered a career in national security, studying for a brief time at the University of Leningrad before completing undergraduate degrees in Russian and English back in the United States, followed by a Master's degree in English Literature. The sixth of seven girls in her family, Mary now makes her permanent home in New York State, with her husband and children. When she is not writing or involved with family activities, she teaches high school and college level English.
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In 1177 on the English Wales border, Aidan de Brice and Gwynne ap Moran marry. However, before they consummate their union, warriors with blue paint on their visage arrive. They abduct Gwynne leaving a stunned Aidan to suffer nightmares over the years wondering the fate of his beloved. Twelve years later Aidan lays a trap to capture the Dark Legend, a clear threat to English control of Wales. When he faces the myth he sees a real person, but the face leaves him in shock because the Dark Legend is his beloved Gwynne whom he is seeing for the first time since the kidnapping. They still feel the lingering attraction of their once all consuming love, but Gwynne leads the Welsh rebels and the loyal Englishman Aidan wants to end the rebellion. THE MAIDEN WARRIOR is an exciting medieval romance starring two star-crossed loves whose first chance together was disrupted making a second chance almost impossible. Gwynne is a wonderful Joan of Arc-like heroine whose conflict between her heart and her responsibility tears at her soul and hooks the reader to care what happens to her. The audience will also reach out to Aidan, also struggling with divergent loyalties. Though the ending seems a bit simplistic, fans will cherish this strong tale that provides insight into dangerous times through the respective eyes of the strong lead characters. With novels like this one Mary Reed McCall will not remain a secret to all the historical romance readers much longer. Harriet Klausner